Cut Off

I feel cut off.
My walk through school
Shows me enclosures called buildings.
The ground is covered in fabric.
Where is the grass crunching beneath my feet?
Objects rest across my body.
You call them clothes.
The warmth of the Sun is cut off.
The caress of the wind is cut off.
Dirt between the toes,
Floral scents passing the nose.
Everything can't be smooth and manufactured.
Bark is rough
And sand slips through the fingers.
I pull up my sleeves
To feel the rays of light
To feel the breeze,
But I am still cut off.
Cast away shoes
Because I have nothing to lose,
But I am still cut off.
I went for a walk,
But human nature cut me off.